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Benched

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When Cody and his friends accept a challenge from a local gang to steal a park bench, their main concern is keeping themselves on the gang’s good side. But Cody quickly learns that the theft is no harmless prank. Not only are he and his friends in deeper with the gang now than they ever imagined they’d be, but Cody may also lose out on a great opportunity for his future if they ever get found out.
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At first I wasn’t sure I wanted to go through with this. But now that we were out of danger, I liked the adrenaline.
When Cody and his friends accept a challenge from a local gang to steal a park bench, their main concern is keeping themselves on the gang’s good side. But Cody quickly learns that the theft is no harmless prank. Not only are he and his friends in deeper with the gang now than they ever imagined they’d be, but Cody may also lose out on a great opportunity for his future if they ever get found out.
$9.95 RL 3.8
Benched
Watson
Cristy Watson
B enched
At first I wasn’t sure I wanted to go through with this. But now that we were out of danger, I liked the adrenaline.
When Cody and his friends accept a challenge from a local gang to steal a park bench, their main concern is keeping themselves on the gang’s good side. But Cody quickly learns that the theft is no harmless prank. Not only are he and his friends in deeper with the gang now than they ever imagined they’d be, but Cody may also lose out on a great opportunity for his future if they ever get found out.
$9.95 RL 3.8
Benched
Watson
Cristy Watson
B enched
Benched
Benched
Cristy Watson
Copyright ©2011Cristy Watson
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system now known or to be invented, without permission in writing from the publisher.
Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Watson, Cristy,1964-Benched / Cristy Watson. (Orca currents)
Issued also in electronic format. isbn 978-1-55469-409-9(bound).--isbn978-1-55469-408-2(pbk.)
I. Title. II. Series: Orca currents ps8645.a8625b45 2011jc813’.6c2010-907950-7
First published in the United States,2011 Library of Congress Control Number:2010941956
Summary:Cody and his friends get caught up in gang activity when they steal a park bench.
Orca Book Publishers is dedicated to preserving the environment and has printed this book on paper certified by the Forest Stewardship Council.
Orca Book Publishers gratefully acknowledges the support for its publishing programs provided by the following agencies: the Government of Canada through the Canada Book Fund and the Canada Council for the Arts, and the Province of British Columbia through the BC Arts Council and the Book Publishing Tax Credit.
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Thank you, Barb, for your friendship and support. You helped this story înd its way.In memoriam (1960–2009)
C h a p t e r O n e
“About time, Cody.” Taz had the volume cranked on his iPod. I could hear Snow Patrol screaming out their latest tune. “Where were you?” “You’re not going to believe whoI was just talking to,” I said as I struggled to catch my breath. B o w m a n s c a n n e d t h e p a r k i n g lot outside our high school. “Cathy?
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That grade eleven you’re into?” “You meanCassie?” I asked. I don’t know why Bowman had trouble with her name. “I can handle Cassie. This was… well, strange.” By then Taz was already halfway to the park, our shortcut home. He was almost six feet tall and all legs. Bowman and I had to jog to keep up with him. “I’m listening,” Bowman said. I looked over my shoulder to make sure no one was following us, and then I lowered my voice. “So I’m leaving the school, and there’s this dude leaning against the bike rack,waitingfor me. He looked familiar, like maybe he used to hang with Dylan.” A lump the size of a grapefruit formed in my throat. Taz interrupted, “You mean someone from Beaker’s gang?”
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